Brandli's sudden appearance had completely disrupted his plans, and what was even worse was that he was acquainted with Brandli. It was clearly not going to work, but Brandli had to die, regardless of whether it was to avenge Warrick or to cover up the fact that the Gray Temple was going to be able to track him down.
"Master Brandli, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with this murderer, but we have all the evidence and witnesses that he killed my men, so I have to arrest him and bring him back to the city lord's castle for further investigation. This is a case involving our city lord's castle, so I'm sure the Gray Temple won't interfere, right?" Woodrow said in a domineering manner.
Brandli's brows furrowed slightly at the sight of Woodrow. From his reaction, he could tell that there was definitely something fishy going on. However, Woodrow was using the city lord's castle to pressure him, and that was putting him in a difficult position.
Both the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle had the right to take care of matters like this, and they generally wouldn't interfere when it came to casualties.
"You're lying! Blah blah blah, he's a bad guy! " Amy was a little enraged as she said, "That bad guy was bullying Jessica and Mother, and he was going to kill Father, which was why Father intervened. He's also bullying a lot of people!"
Woodrow glared at Ai Mi as he yelled, "Shut up! What right does a little brat like you have to spout nonsense here?"
"Father, he's so fierce." Amy immediately shrank back into Meg's arms with a fearful expression.
"Don't be scared, I'm here." Meg stroked Amy's back in a comforting manner as he turned to Woodrow with a hint of mockery in his voice, and said, "Is an innocent child not allowed to speak the truth while a fat bastard like you is allowed to spout nonsense? Do you think the entire world has to give in to you just because you're so shameless? The fat on your body was scraped off bit by bit from their bodies. Doesn't your conscience hurt? "
"You!" Woodrow pointed a finger at Meg as his fat body trembled with rage. No one had ever dared to insult him like this before.
Brandli turned to Meg with a hint of surprise on his face. Mr. Mak was normally very gentle and kind, but when he was insulting someone, he was like an upgraded version of Mr. Mak.
He hesitated momentarily, but wasn't in a hurry to say anything. He still didn't know what was going on, and whether the Gray Temple should intervene or not.
However, no matter what Woodrow said, he definitely wasn't going to allow Mr. Mak and Amy to be hurt. The wrath of two great magic casters was not something that could be easily dealt with. He whispered something to one of his subordinates, and that person nodded before quickly departing.
"A bunch of rioters who can't even pick up a rock because you embezzled their pension money; a bunch of people who are over 60 years old, women, and children who aren't even 14 years old; a bunch of rioters who have lost their backbone in the mining accident, yet still have to suffer humiliation day after day. Women's chastity has become something that you can do whatever you want with them, and even little girls who are five or six years old can't escape from your clutches. They're lying on the ground trying to survive, yet they still have to be humiliated with the soles of your feet. That's the rioters you're talking about." Meg's smile became even colder as he turned to Woodrow and the guards of the governor's manor, and asked, "Shouldn't they be angry? Do they deserve to suffer all of this just because they're alive? Those miners who sacrificed their lives in the mines for the sake of the construction of Chaos City can never close their eyes! "
All of the guards slowly lowered their heads, and unconsciously lowered the sabers in their hands. They pointed them at the ground, and didn't dare to look directly into Meg's eyes.
A burst of sobbing erupted from the crowd.
The young boy who had calmly recounted how he had carried his little sister out of the river to bury her had his broken finger fall to the ground, and tears were flowing down his youthful face.
An old woman was holding the head of a little girl who was missing a hand tightly in her arms, and sobbing in a muffled voice. It was like an old-fashioned ventilator, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
A woman with two hideous scars on her face was staring blankly at Meg with tears streaming down her face.
Amidst the silence, only the sound of suppressed sobbing could be heard.
"Wha …" Brandli felt as if his heart had been constricted upon seeing this. If what Meg had said was true, then what kind of torment and pain had these families of the miners who had sacrificed so much for Chaos City been enduring?
The city lord's manor would pay compensation to the families of the miners every month to ensure that they didn't have to starve. However, from the looks of it, they didn't seem to be able to fill their stomachs at all, so where did the compensation go?
There was no hatred for no reason, and there was no way that ordinary women and children would kill someone over something that someone had said.
The muffled sobs and the guards of the governor's manor were all hanging their heads in shame. Brandli slowly clenched his fists as a burst of fury burned in his heart.
"Nonsense! What nonsense! Come on, arrest him! Arrest all of these people! "A panicked look appeared on Woodrow's face as he waved his hands through the air.
All of the guards looked at one another with hesitation in their eyes.
"I'm the governor! I'm your superior! How dare you disobey my orders! Are you trying to rebel?! "Woodrow yelled as he kicked the guard beside him to the ground.
All of the guards averted their eyes, but they still slowly raised their sabers and made their way toward Meg and the families of the miners in a hesitant manner.
All of the people from the Gray Temple had already formed their own speculations upon seeing this. They stood on either side of Meg and drew their longswords and wands.
"What are you feeling so guilty about, Governor?" Meg's heart sank even further as he listened to the sounds of suppressed sobbing. He turned to Woodrow with a mocking smile, and said, "You don't have to use the city lord's manor to intimidate me. I've met the city lord before, and he's going to be hosting a conference between the dragon race and the demon race in my restaurant tonight. If you have any complaints, you can take your time to tell the city lord. I'm sure he'll be very interested in hearing about it.
"However, let's hear what they have to say now. Just what have you done during these past few years? Just what kind of unforgivable crimes did that scum of yours, whom you regard as your son and nephew, commit against them?! " Meg looked at the families of the miners, and said in a gentle yet firm voice, "I know that it's very cruel for all of you to tell the truth, but I hope that you can tell the truth now. Master Brandli and the Gray Temple will uphold justice for all of you, and all of these scum will receive the judgment that they deserve."
"Kill him!" Woodrow pointed at Meg as he roared.
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